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It is not clear if the sun is setting or rising in here. Not easy to see if green fades to blue, onwards to yellow, or if the colors move in the opposite direction. The gray parts are older than the orange, like a layer appearing. And who knows what the yellow really is. It is not easy to separate things in here in general, at least not when the light is changing, freedom, lightness, glacier buttercup.

It is not one home, it is three, approximately, the sum of several at least. Sometimes the floors are frozen, other times they are flowing through the rooms, setting things in motion through wood and concrete. It is chaotic, and cyclic, things disappear, things appear. It is open and everything can be filled. Possible actions: Hang something, rest in a chair, absorb color, cling to the floor, look up at the ceiling, if it’s there.

And the one reclining in the black leather chair is a guest, and it lives here. Possible ways to be: Dangle with one’s feet, hang in the rope of a cradle, be a picture sitting in a chair, be a chair that supports a picture, be the line drawn by a hand that doesn’t want to draw. It is not clear where the power lies, or who gathers it. In here everyone are investors, elephants moving markets on their own.